Yawning, yawning, I was yawing all the time along the way back to the dorm.

        8:30 p.m. It was still early. However, I just found I was not able to focus on any texts. All I did in the library was keep yawning. Can I leave the library and go back the dorm now right? Can I? No, you can’t. it’s still early and if you make full use of the time, you can get a profitable evening. No! Don’t speak nonsense. Since you are tried and can’t concentrate on the texts, just leave them all behind. What you need now is to take a shower and then go to bed and have a sound sleep. To recover your energy, get it?

My minds were arguing. And personally, I preferred the latter one’s opinion. The reason I want to take the exam is because I want to study further, not to torture myself. And on the other hand, it’s effective to review the stuff in this way. Thus, I piled the books up in a minute, took up my bag and out of the reading hall, up to the second floor, and stepped out of entrance of the library.

      It’s rain slightly outside. Since it’s 8:30 pm, people are either sitting at some classroom and listen to lecture, or stay at the dorm and enjoy themselves in front of computers. Thus, the roads covered with streetlights’ light were empty. I like them: the gentle rain, the streetlights, the empty roads, then quiet campus and the wheeling sounds of my bike.

      Ha, do you know what I was thinking about on the road? I was thinking about the calls I made the night before yesterday. It was to Mandy, the call.

     “Where are you at this moment?” my voice was low. I was not so high-spirited then.

  “Ha? In my dorm.” Replied Mandy, “what’s wrong with you?”

  Me? Anything wrong? No, I am fine. Why does she ask me such a question? Oh, I see. It’s because of the sob-like sound in my tone. The sounds make her think I am sobbing.

  “I’m all right.” an idea struck my mind. Why not played a joke with her? I kept on laughing, but the laughter sounded like crying. This was one of the quality for my laughter. Sometimes if you can’t see my face, you may imagine I were crying while in fact I were laughing. Since s, he had misunderstood me as crying, then why note—“I’m so tired, and I want to relax…I don’t want to do the preparation any more. it exhausts me…”

  “Where are you?” there’s a sense of worry in her voice.

   “At the East Gate.”

   “Alone?”

   “Alone”

   “Wait for me. I’ll come see you immediately.” My joke worked.

   However, the moment she cut the phone off, my feelings were mixture. On one way, I was extreme happy, for Mandy’s really a bosom friend to me and she often worried about me and would take care of me, comfort me whenever I was sad or in trouble. On the other hand, I couldn’t imagine what she would “award” me after she knew the fact…I was scared. Thus, in order to cause less trouble, I gave her a call again and explained all the stuff to her.

   “我以后再也不理你了！” cried she at another end of the phone. And I knew, I was in trouble indeed.

   But fortunately, Mandy was Mandy. When I brought three bananas and one pitaya to her dorm 30 minutes later, she forgave me without any hesitation.

   Picturing Mandy’s smile she wore when she saw the fruit, I couldn’t help smile again. Thus, wheeling the bike with four books in the basket, three in my bags, I went on walking towards my dorm.10